known like a sanger (sanger sanger yeah) I was your prince that became her king now you thinking the wrong queen is sitting beside me Just give it time and give it space
, playing your Mom, and taking care of you I need to tell you something Yes, I have so much in me my darling See I, I need some space to breathe (Darling
turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage, he's played a fool and played the prince
the lines go down My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living In those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince
I got some questions About some dreams you had I think you forgot to mention A lemonade you hold (?) And now there's no one listening Well, just a vacant space
Jesus of Nazareth Now we fresh as a prince while they Jazzy Jeff And you don't be sayin' shit when they askin' questions A-a-and you be givin' me my space
sew in seams And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince
just another part If you and I could ever open up our dirty hearts (Oh! Open up baby. Oh. Hey-hey ...) Listen All of us in minerals and chemicals of space
All we do is keep fuckin' it up While all you do is keep lookin' at us Known evidence is that I dispense hits And make more house quakes than Prince Leavin
be afraid to let it go; Into the wishing well. If the moon blinds me like a space racoon; I think that I might die. And my last wish is to kill the poison prince
curl) Life it ain't real funky Unless it's got that pop Dig it Pop life Everybody needs a thrill Pop life We all got a space 2 fill Pop life
Crushed in space, pushed through time Movin' cautious, obey all signs Warnin' lights, they flash and blind Make a statement but don't define See I'm on
pain King of the realms of doom Hiding your wisdom from fool Wandering in parallel worlds Revealing your secrets to (the) bold Time and space are all
the empty space I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace I can travel outer space standin
seas And on that night, I met my master Fiery eyes and skin of alabaster I was so full of innocence Drawn to the shadow of my dark prince I offered my
a song about where I'm from You know Big ups my hometown My territory, My state, but, I couldn't figure out much to brag about, Well, Prince lives here
wanted to make a song about where I'm from You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about Prince